Monday, February 02, 2009

Lost My Mojo

You may have noticed the lack of food posts on here lately. What can I say, I've lost my cooking mojo. I have good ideas and great intentions, but we all know where the road of good intentions leads us.

I asked my husband this morning what he thought of the homemade sticky buns and said "okay". It was at the point that I realized why I've lost the desire to cook and bake - no feedback. Okay? I make you homemade sticky buns on a Sunday morning and I get "Okay".

For lunch I made mexican pizzas with tostada shells, refried beans, cheese, etc. No comments while he is eating. I couldn't finish mine and asked if he wanted the rest and he declined. I asked, "didn't you like them?" His reply was to point out the fact that he had eaten two of them himself. If he didn't like them, he wouldn't have eaten them.

Okay, granted. But a "this is good, thx" would have been in order.

So I open dialogue around the fact that I need feedback, good or bad, about the food I prepare. "This is why you have been getting spaghetti, chili and sandwiches lately". I don't feel motivated to create if I don't feel they are good or appreciated.

His response? "You set the bar too high early on. How you can you ever best yourself? Not every meal has to be gourmet."

I think there is a compliment hidden in that, but it certainly doesn't help my mojo.

2 comments:

Fightin' Mad Mary said...

There are times when I live on Taco Bell fresco tacos or soup from a box - far from gourmet but still hits the spot.

and your husbands response - totally a compliment!!! It's thee same as if he said you look just as cute in a ball gown as you do in jeans.

Lori Stewart Weidert said...

It's funny, how you go through phases. We love cooking, but with house construction, have fallen into a pattern of my cooking while he's building. We eat good food, but we're both too tired to be "wow'd" by our meals every night. Especially when I announce "we're having breakfast for dinner, how do you want your eggs?"

Think if your hubby demanded "dammit, woman, where's my gourmet meal?"

Haha, you'd clean his clock, wouldn't you?